In the evening, I called my mom to tell her that Dou Nan would make dinner for me, and the next day Lin Zexiu would come over. I had someone tending to me every day except for Mondays. I told her not to come over as usual, and I would visit her once my foot was able to walk.
At first, she was somewhat worried, but then, considering I should spend some close-up time with the two top prospects for sons-in-law to deepen my understanding of them, she reluctantly let go of her beloved daughter.
"But is your foot—convenient?" she asked tentatively.
It probably took me a few seconds to realize what she meant before I got so angry that I hung up the phone, not even afraid of invoking the Duke of Thunder. What kind of mother was this? As soon as her daughter was a few years over age, she couldn't wait to pack her up and send her away for a trial period. It really hurt my pride.